Alistair felt a momentary urge to peek, but he suppressed it. That would be a bit much, even for him. He opened his door to rest, his body still aching from the morning session.
Creak!
Suddenly, the door across from him opened. Alistair instinctively turned and saw Chitose.
Without her glasses, she lost her studious vibe and looked far more vibrant. More strikingly, her clothes were half-off. Her blazer was draped loosely, and the way her shirt hung revealed she was "commando" underneath—two distinct peaks pressing against the fabric. Her skirt was disarrayed, and even from a distance, Alistair could see the tell-tale dampness between her thighs.
Chitose froze. Her brain seemed to go completely blank as she stared at Alistair.
...
Click.
After a long, silent gaze, Alistair simply turned around and closed his door. Saying something would only make it awkward. Better to act like he saw nothing.
"Chitose? What are you doing? I thought you were getting towels," Aoi's voice drifted from inside. Chitose snapped out of it and hurried to the bathroom behind the lobby to fetch the towels she'd forgotten to bring earlier.
Did Alistair see? Aoi lay on the mat, catching her breath. From her position, she had seen a leg in the hallway when the door opened. Based on the room across from them, it could only be Alistair.
Was he watching? Aoi sat up slowly, her shirt open, exposing the white, rounded curves of her breasts glistening with a fine sheen of sweat. Her plump thighs were slightly curled, looking incredibly soft and inviting. She wondered how Chitose would handle this.
"Heh, lilies. You don't see that every day," Alistair muttered, leaning against his wall. He wasn't a virgin; in fact, he was quite experienced, so the shock factor was low. But he had been celibate for a few days. He made a mental note to visit Alisa when he got back.
He didn't plan on blackmaling them. He wasn't stupid—Uncle Takai was a high-level Transcendent. There was no way a father like that didn't know what his daughter was up to in the next room. If Takai didn't care, it meant it was allowed. If Alistair tried a "you don't want your dad to know" routine, Takai would likely cleave him in half.
He decided to focus on his magic. He walked out of his room toward the bath.
Creak.
"Oh? Alistair? You're back early," Chitose said. She was walking toward her room, drying her hair with a towel. She had changed, but she was only wearing a loose bathrobe. As she reached up to dry her hair, the front fell open, revealing her pink nipples trembling slightly with her movements.
"Uncle finished early today. He gave me the crystal. But your... uh..." Alistair trailed off.
"You've already seen everything, so I don't care. I like the feeling of being free," Chitose said nonchalantly.
"Whatever makes you happy," Alistair replied, his "Desire" meter spiking. Being a practitioner of lust-based power made this level of casual exposure a special kind of torture.
"Wait? Alistair? Chitose!" Aoi appeared at the corner of the hallway. She saw Alistair and immediately hissed at Chitose to cover up.
"Fine, fine," Chitose sighed, slowly buttoning her robe.
"Have some modesty!" Aoi growled, walking over. Alistair's eyes were immediately drawn to Aoi. Her size was ridiculous—nearly matching Mina's. Her dark blue pajamas were clearly a size too small; the buttons were under extreme tension, and the hem was pushed out so far by her chest that Alistair feared a draft would give her a cold.
Without her glasses, Aoi was stunning. The beauty mark under her right eye added a layer of unintended seductiveness.
"I'm going to the bath," Alistair said, turning away before his body gave an involuntary "salute." He had zero resistance against girls with massive chests.